In Memory of Spike

Two blogs ago, I spoke of the inevitable. Well the inevitable did transpire. Our beloved dog Spike passed away on the 24th of September. To be honest, it still seems unreal. I come home everyday and expect to see him on his cushion. Late at night I expect to hear the click of his nails on the kitchen floor. Every time I come home, I expect him to leap up and pace, ready to go outside. However, now I come home to an empty house. It’s hard and I dislike it greatly. I know from past experience that the pain does not go away, it just becomes easier to handle everyday. One day I will be able to think of him without tearing up. But right now, that is not a possibility.